How did you do it? Oh, never mind. I'll figure that out in time. Why? Why did you do it? I know why your brother, Tanner, did it. He robbed them banks 'cause he liked it. He shot my partner 300 yards away because he liked it; it made him feel good. And if I hadn't blown his shit-for-brains out, there'd be a new truck out front with jet-skis and whatever else he'd think to buy. He'd spend it all just to give him an excuse to steal some more. But not you. There's nothing new around here, 'cept them pump-jacks. Each one of 'em making you a month what you and your brother stole from all four banks combined. Help me understand that. Help me understand why four people died so you could steal money that it don't seem you've spend, that it don't seem you need.

You got a family?

My partner had a family. Big one. They don't got no pump-jacks in their backyard.

I didn't kill your friend...

Yes, you did. By setting this thing in motion. Do you expect me to believe your dim-witted brother planned this? Oh, no, this was smart. This was you.

I been poor my whole life. Told my parents, their parents before them... It's like a disease, passing from generation to generation. It becomes a sickness, that's what it is. It infects every person you know. But not my boys. Not anymore. This is theirs now. Now, I ain't never killed no one in my life but if you want me to start with you, let's get on with it, old man. See if you can grab that pistol before I can blast you off this porch.